I have much to be thankful for. Family, friends, communities of support. A fulfilling job. The means to indulge in pastimes and fun.
Yet so many do not. They’re cold or hungry, abandoned or alone. They feel unsafe or excluded, emotionally or physically broken. They stress over futures clouded by darkness. They ache for an embrace.
Today, I think of them, of those who live with want or fear – and of how we must imagine a better world for them.
With less hurting. Privation. Hate.
Less selfishness and greed.
Less cruelty in government actions, in human interactions.
Fewer people who see strength in dominance, who serve only the wealthy few, who think the needy many have earned their hardships.
An end to demonizing immigrants and those who worship, live or love differently.
More access to food, homes, health care.
More acknowledgement of harm, of history’s warts and sins.
And more love. Especially more love.
Imagining isn’t enough, of course. Actions count. My actions count. But imagining is a good place to start.
Let us welcome all to the Thanksgiving table.
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What a lovely expression of empathy and hope, Jeffrey. I share your optimism that the darkness must and will lift through every kind gesture and equal application of our beloved Constitution.
Thank you, my friend.
Well written, as you always do. Happy Thanksgiving, good friend!
Carrie, thank you. Happy Thanksgiving!
Amen and pass the biscuits. I felt guilty just reading it. Love one another as I have loved you, a wise man once said. Happy holidays.